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Braden did his best to be the peacemaker between them, which meant when something was this important—especially anything that affected the club Desmond was part owner of—he would make sure it was all on the up and up.
Once everything was set up, he emailed Sunshine back.
Hello, Sunshine,
* * *
Keep the gift certificate. It’s for you, however you wish to use it.
* * *
Don’t worry about a thing for tomorrow, just be ready to leave at 5 p.m., which is when the car will come pick you up. I’ve made arrangements through the auction site; they’re handling the reservations and the directions for me, for your privacy, so you don’t have to do anything.
* * *
You’ll receive instructions tomorrow when you get in the car.
* * *
Take care,
Master D
There. That way, she knew she could spend the money, which was always what he’d intended. Perhaps she was just looking for extra money, and that’s why she’d put herself up for auction, but perhaps she was in real need. Just in case it was the latter, he wanted her to be provided for.
Now, he just needed to make sure he had everything he needed for tomorrow night—a mask for himself, some tattoo concealer to cover up his most identifying marks, and a supply of condoms. At least one condom. The contract didn’t cover more sex than the one time, he supposed, but a man could always hope.
If he made it good for her, she might be amenable to more.
Shrugging on his leather jacket, he grabbed his helmet and headed out to his bike. The Ducati wasn’t the fanciest bike on the market, but it was the one he’d bought right after he and Anita had gotten married, and he hadn’t been able to give it up. At this point, it didn’t have many of its original parts, but that was okay. It still felt the same.
Before turning onto the main road through the park, he glanced to the left to make sure no one was coming and saw Emily trudging her way up the road. His dick twitched with interest, but he didn’t have the same overpowering reaction of lust he normally did. His preoccupation with Sunshine was already working in his favor.
Even better, after looking so upset earlier this week, tonight she had a huge smile on her face. Good. Seemed like everyone was having a good weekend. And his was only going to get better from here.
9
Preparing for Master D
Emily
A freaking limo pulled up in front of the apartment building where Emily was waiting on the steps to be picked up. The chauffeur got out and peered up at her through squinted eyes.
“Emily Graham?” he asked.
Her heart nearly stopped in panic before rational thought reasserted itself. He knew her name because she’d had to put in her legal name to be put up for auction, so the site had her details, but that didn’t mean Master D did. And the site had arranged for the pickup.
She’d requested it at the apartment building near the diner rather than the trailer park because she hadn’t wanted any questions from her neighbors about why she was being picked up. She was triply glad she’d done so now. She’d been worried about Mrs. Martine or one of the others asking a bunch of questions about a normal car. If an actual stretch limo had shown up…
No one would have talked about anything else for days.
Already, she was getting some looks from people who were walking along the street. One little boy was pointing, tugging on his mom’s arm, with wide eyes and his mouth open in shock. He’d probably never seen a limo before outside of a movie. Emily had ridden in one once, to prom, thanks to Mr. Elliott. Katrina had insisted that they be able to go together and hadn’t been willing to take no for an answer. Emily had insisted on coming in and giving their trailer a deep clean in repayment, and Mr. Elliott had agreed to let her clean the common spaces, so she didn’t feel so bad about it.
Still, that had been entirely different. That had been a whole group of them sharing the cost. This was just for her.
The chauffeur came up the steps with a cheerful smile. Picking up her bag, he winked at her.
“You are Ms. Graham, correct?” he asked.
